Atvendil the Fair he was sometimes called, a High Elf of exquisite poise and elegance he was quite the sight to behold in the courts of Citera. One of the few of his kind to pursue political standing, he was proud to announce his title as Counciler to the Regeant. Alas, there were hundreds of Councilers, but Atvendil did not flag in his duty, or his purpose; in worlds other than Citera, High Elves were known to be noble and high standing. In Citera, however, they were all too common, and almost lowly, if proud. Atvendil sought to change that. For a time he was a member of the Royal Guard, but he had little talent with the sword and no love for war. He turned next to priesthood, but was turned away by the then High Priestess, Aresanthalasa. She told him he was meant for other things, but he thought the Avariel was just prejudice. Atvendil has little love for his winged cousins; they think they're so mighty and strong. Arrogance was their downfall. But unlike the Elves of Citera, and like the elves of other worlds, he has a dislike for humans.

Statistics: House: Dolion Sigil: White dragon on a blue field bordered in red Age: 2,320 Station: Counciler Status: Unwed Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Blue Height: 5'11" Weight: 170lbs